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Not anymore.
I plastered on a sweet smile, moving forward and placing my hands on the table behind blondie, caging him in. His eyes instantly lit up as my breasts came just inches from his face.
His hands moved to my hips, and just as he thought I was going to straddle his lap, I placed one of my knees between his legs, the bend in my knee resting right on his cock. I caught the moment he realized he’d gotten himself into a bad situation, and a dark look fell across his face. His friends around the table just watched on, obviously not viewing me as a threat.
“Touch me again,” I whispered in warning. “And I will crush your dick flat, and then pierce it with the heel of my stiletto.”
His fingertips dug into my skin, and I tried not to cringe with the pain. It was like he wanted to throw me the hell away from him, but he was too scared to move in case my threats became a very painful reality. There would be bruises there tomorrow, I could guarantee it.
“Meyah,” Dave growled from off to my right. But even with his angry voice, he sounded a little impressed. “Let’s go.”
I pulled back, my eyes staying connected to the little shithead, but noticing now that I’d drawn the attention of the entire VIP area, a lot of bikers were watching me. Strangely, with different looks on their faces.
I took two steps back, unexpectedly feeling a little overwhelmed and vulnerable.
Suddenly, blondie flew out of his chair. His face red with anger and embarrassment, his hand raised to strike. My heart leaped out of my throat, and I gasped, anticipating the impact and how much it was going to hurt. A flash of movement and blondie’s hand was caught midair allowing me to release the air into my lungs, calming my shaking body, but not for long.
My eyes focused on the hand inches from my face which still held a firm grip on blondie’s wrist, and for a second, I wondered whether my eyes were playing tricks on me.
The hand, the tattoo, the scope of a gun that had the deer in its crosshairs. It wasn’t as perfect as I’d seen in the photo. His skin wasn’t as tight. The tattoo not as pigmented as it once was, but of course, it was almost twenty years older now than it had been then.
“Huntsman,” blondie questioned, confirming my suspicions.
Holy shit.
I finally found the courage deep in my stomach to turn my head and look at the man who I supposedly shared half my genes with. This was the man who should have kissed my skinned knees, who should have taught me how boys were meant to treat me, who I should have run to when I was upset and when I felt scared.
He wasn’t paying blondie any attention, his eyes were focused on me, narrowed darkly and suspiciously. The both of us just watched each other for a few seconds. I took in the shape of his face. The deeply rooted frown lines that marred his skin, but how he still looked reasonably young. The only noticeable difference was how his hair had lightened and grayed with a few remnants of the dark colored hair he once had on his upper lip and in the front of his hair.
“You looking to make a point, little girl… make it somewhere fucking else,” he growled, his voice rough and raspy, like he’d smoked far too many cigarettes during his lifetime. “You’re lucky I have a little respect for Dave here, and I found you trying to break Sprint’s dick kind of amusing. But now I’m done. Get her the fuck out of here.”
Dave stepped in between us, apologizing profusely while Anika grabbed my arm and pulled me toward the back of the stage. “Come on, girl, let’s get out of here before Huntsman doesn’t find you so entertaining anymore.”
I moved with her, but my eyes continued to be permanently attached to Huntsman. He noticed, too. He might be older than he used to be, but he was not a fucking fool. With one last look, I took in his club cut, trying to find the club’s name or something I could go on, but things moved too fast. Well, too quickly to catch their club name, but there was one patch on his cut I managed to read.
President.
Well, that’s different.
Holy shit.
